“Greed and foolishness are the words used when desiring what is not mine.”
Isar whispered as if chewing the words.
“Then, are you saying it’s not foolishness, Isar?”
“Chancellor, I don’t like beating around the bush.”
Leaning his upper body closer to the Chancellor, Isar growled in his throat.
“So I’ll ask you directly. What do you think of the Princess?”
He hadn’t intended to ask such a question.
It was merely his plan to smoothly get Bianca out in the future with the help of the Chancellor, who had been on the Princess’s side.
However, now the Chancellor was screaming as if he were an enemy!
He had really done something idiotic.
But Isar couldn’t think straight at the moment.
From the moment he saw the Chancellor, Isar had to be swept away by intense emotions.
Was this jealousy?
A face as beautiful as something sacred.
A face so gentle, it would have been believed to be a saint. It was a variable he hadn’t expected.
If such a person cherished and supported her from nearby, the Princess would have been more than shaken.
Moreover, the Princess could head anywhere she wished whenever she wanted now.
Where would the Princess, who had fled from Barlock territory, head to?
Certainly not the royal family that had tormented her all her life.
Then where?
To him, whose face she had not properly seen?
Could that be?
Wouldn’t it be by the side of that man, who had pleaded for her?
Isar had thought dealing with only Duke Barlock would be enough, but now he felt like his eyes were burning at this unexpected difficulty.
“Isar, the Princess is a pitiable and lovely person.”
The Chancellor calmly picked up the teacup and sipped.
Should I kill the author?
Though excited, Isar knew he wasn’t in his right mind, so he barely managed to stop his hand from reaching for his sword.
This was an act driven by wounded pride.
Isar Kartan.
The master of the plains, yet not entirely the master.
His mother had retreated from ruling with the name of the previous Queen, but she had unusually and strongly exercised her ruling power, and her shadow still loomed over Kartan.
Therefore, Kartan was his but also not his.
Just like Bianca, who was supposed to be his bride, had absurdly fallen into the hands of Duke Barlock.
While there was still a chance to reclaim her, the Chancellor, who had cherished and loved Bianca, looked like a young woman.
Even targeting him with words like “foolishness and greed.”
Wasn’t that enough to flip his eyes with boiling emotions?
“So?”
“Isar, don’t worry. I, as a servant of God, have no attachment to human affairs.”
“Have you forgotten where you are staying right now?”
Isar sneered, reminding him that this was the place where he had confessed his ‘sins’ and had been imprisoned instead of Bianca.
“This is the rightful price for what I have done. It has nothing to do with whatever you are thinking, so it would be best if you withdrew your doubts.”
“Then I’ll change the question. What does it mean that you said she is the one the Empire has been waiting for a long time?”
“I can tell you only that much. However, for Isar who has come this far, I will speak one more word, hoping she will understand.”
The Chancellor moistened his mouth with the remaining tea, then whispered to Isar.
“The one who will bring eternal peace to the continent.”
“Is that who you are talking about?”
“Don’t you know?”
“But she is not Termina.”
“Is that the crucial issue?”
The Chancellor, who asked with a calm tone, stood up and fixed his ceremonial robe.
“The permitted time is up, so I must go in now. Today, I will pray for you, Isar. May you find peace of mind.”
“If I get what I want, that will naturally happen.”
The Chancellor just smiled gently and said no more.
Hastening her steps, Bianca was able to face Gillian, who was just entering the castle.
“Bianca. Did you come to meet me?”
Gillian, brushing off his wet shoulders, wore a pleased expression at the sight of Bianca.
Whether he was in formal attire at the royal palace or dressed in a casual shirt in the castle, he looked splendid. But in his properly fitted military uniform, he looked splendid in another sense.
Would this be the feeling if one embodied the term ‘a superior male’?
Bianca held her breath for a moment.
Unlike his usual gentle smile, today he seemed filled with a wild look even as he smiled.
His softly laid eyelashes and attractive elongated eyes remained the same.
Could it be the military uniform that clung to his body and the sword at his waist?
Slender but wellbalanced and firm, he appeared beautiful yet ferocious.
If even that disparity was thrilling, would he be surprised?
Hoping that the sound of her beating heart couldn’t be heard, Bianca took a step closer to Gillian.
“Have you returned?”
“Yes, thanks to you. It’s cold out, why aren’t you inside?”
“There’s something I want to say.”
Was it because she was facing him in this unfamiliar way?
He, whom she had to tilt her head to look up at, whose downward gaze she received, continued to make her heart race in an unfitting way.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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